A figure stalked from the darkness in the doorway. Straight out of Hel. And in that moment, Ruhn knew three more things. He wasn’t looking at a portal to Hel after all. Shadows swirled there instead. Familiar, whispering shadows. It wasn’t just the glow stick coiled around Bryce’s arm that was shining. The star-shaped scar beneath her T-shirt blazed with iridescent light. As a familiar golden-haired Fae male strode from those shadows and into the foyer, Ruhn knew his night was about to take a turn for the worse.
